I can find treasures in my dreams.

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Venerable Valata, the Ice Soul Master, stood atop the newly completed and powerful defensive facility, the "Ice God Terrace," and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

To build the Ice God Terrace, he and the Ice Soul Civilization paid a huge price, consuming more than 80% of their precious resource reserves.

As a result, the supply of many resources was affected, and many knights complained about it.

Kwarata believes it is well worth it.

His primordial spirit had a strong premonition that his final showdown with the Dream King was imminent.

Furthermore, because he made several predictions, the results showed that the battle of the Venerables was very close.

This will be a decisive battle.

If I win, I will reach a new level.

Having lost, the Ice Soul Civilization has lost its Venerable One, which is equivalent to losing its pillar of support, and it will inevitably decline from prosperity.

Valata sighed: "Why can't the poor at the bottom see this point? Why would they rather split the world than side with the enemy?"

"Don't you know that once the Ice Soul Civilization declines, your lives will become even more difficult?"

He couldn't understand it at all, and could only attribute it to the ignorance and short-sightedness of the poor, who only cared about their own and immediate interests and did not understand the long-term interests of a civilization.

Valata murmured, "Once we get through this crisis, we must vigorously promote basic education in all the ice fortresses, so that every Ice Soul person knows that the individual and the civilization are a community of shared interests."

He then thought of the positive side: "The battlefield is in the Ice Soul World, and I can mobilize the power of the world, which is my biggest advantage."

"With the Ice God Terrace's super strong defense, even if I can't win, defeating the Dream King shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"Woo~"

A frigid, howling wind swept past.

As Varata looked down upon the vast world, a hidden worry lingered in his heart.

He has recently made several attempts to contact the World Will, but most of the time he has been unable to get a response.

It occasionally responded, but it seemed to be in a very bad state.

obviously.

The split of the Ice Souls had a huge impact on the world's will, directly causing it to decline.

Valata shook his head slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

*
Giant Ice Castle.

The death of the newly appointed First Councilor Gavin had a tremendous impact on the largest ice fortress in the Ice Soul Civilization.

The Holy Heaven Palace directly dispatched its guards to conduct an unprecedented massive purge of the Ice Fortress.

More than two thousand people were arrested, and tens of thousands of officials were replaced, with almost the entire bureaucracy being replaced from top to bottom.

The garrison commander of the Ice Fortress was "exiled" to the Primordial World that very day.

until today.

Every level of the Ice Fortress remains under martial law, with soldiers and crampon war eagles monitoring every residential area and street.

Ordinary people must register before entering and may be questioned at any time.

Wright, a middle-class resident, was questioned three times on his way from leaving his house to the workshop.

This made him feel very depressed.

If it weren't for the riots of the common people below, Ice Castle would never have turned out like this!
I curse you forever!

Upon entering the workshop, Wright glanced at the two lowly gatekeepers at the entrance and walked past them expressionlessly.

In order to implement the equal rights order, the Holy Heaven Palace forcibly assigned a group of low-status employees to every institution and workshop.

This workshop is no exception; more than twenty untouchables have been transferred here recently, and it is said that more than twenty more will be transferred here in the future.

This has led to a growing resentment among the middle class towards those in lower classes.

Wright walked to the workshop door, glanced back at the guard's back, and cursed inwardly, "You Ice People have ruined our lives and stolen our jobs. We'd rather fight this war to the bitter end!"

Deep down, he didn't believe these people belonged to the Ice Soul People.

Many people from the lower classes call themselves "iceberg people," and he completely agrees with this.

soon.

Wright changed into his work clothes and prepared to start working.

With the war of expansion about to begin, the workshop was under immense pressure, producing large quantities of materials every day. Wright's job was to operate the forging station and manufacture small parts.

These parts will be sent to another workshop to assemble a weapon called the "Cold Blast Bomb".

Once the Frost Bomb is thrown, it releases extreme cold, freezing the enemy into an ice block.

In every war, cold-blast bombs are resources that are consumed in huge quantities.

He started the refining platform and cursed again: "We work hard to build civilization, but you Ice Crystal people are doing a lot of destruction."

After working for half an hour.

Wright felt thirsty and picked up his water glass to drink when he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his heart had been torn in two.

"Ah~"

He was a little out of breath and couldn't help but call out.

Wright immediately noticed that a coworker at the next workstation also looked distressed.

He took a few deep breaths, feeling a little better, and asked, "Rabin, did you feel it too?"

Rabin nodded: "Yes, what exactly happened?"

Wright shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "I have a feeling it's mostly related to the Ice Shards. Those lowly people never do anything good."

Rabin readily agreed: "I think so too."

A few seconds passed.

Rabin's expression suddenly changed: "It seems my abilities have disappeared."

He awakened a slight supernatural ability, allowing him to release a bit of cold air with his bare hands.

Such a small amount of force is not very lethal; it can only produce a small amount of ice fragments in the water glass.

He initially thought he would awaken his superpowers, but so many years have passed, and he is now over 50 years old, yet his abilities have not improved at all, so he has given up on that idea.

But now Rabin is horrified to discover that he is unable to release any cold energy.

Wright couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Awakened superpowers cannot be taken away; this is common knowledge. So how could the ability possibly disappear?

Rabin tried it again, his expression growing increasingly grim: "It has indeed disappeared."

Wright was completely dumbfounded.

*
Inside Dream Island.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I sensed it. The world will of the Ice Soul Civilization has just officially split."

He ignited a prairie fire at the bottom of the Ice Soul Civilization, and now that fire has finally produced the result he wanted.

Most of the upper and lower classes believe that they are not the same group, and the world's will is naturally divided.

Despite the efforts of the Holy Temple to mend the rift, as the defecting First Councilor Gavin said, it was all too late.

Zhao Xiaoying asked, "What consequences would a split in the world's will cause?"

Yang Fan laughed and said, "The power of the world that the Ice Soul Venerable can mobilize will be greatly reduced. I have received strong support from the poor at the bottom of society. Although I cannot mobilize the power of the world, the effect of the power of the world on me will be greatly weakened."

He paused for a moment, then said, "The time for the decisive battle has come."

With these words.

"Keng!"

A metallic vibration sound rang out.

From the ball of light above the altar of prayer, a strangely shaped knife emerged.

This was clearly a guillotine.

The second crown-level equipment was finally created at this point.

Yang Fan laughed: "Everything is just right."

at the same time.

The Ice Soul Venerable Valata's expression was extremely serious: "It's about to begin."

He understood that this was the greatest test of his life, and the most difficult one. (End of Chapter)